” I stared at her for a second dumbfounded before I realized what she was doing. “May I look for it?” She nodded silently. I began unbuttoning h...r blouse, kissing her chest as more and more of it was revealed. She finished taking it off when it was unbuttoned. Her bra was sexy, a lacy green underwire with front clasps. I unclasped it and her titties fell out. Calling them “titties” might be deceiving, hers were large and hung heavily without the bra. Her nipples were small and pierced, and her. Her body gently curved down to her hips, looking perfectly grabbable, without looking boney. Her thighs looked as silky as ribbons on a beautiful gift and begged to be caressed. But as alluring as her thighs were, her prettiest feature sat between them, as the perfectly smooth mound of her womanhood.I smile at her, and hold out my hand, beckoning her to come closer. She’s just within arm’s reach of me when I gently take her by the arm and lead her into the bathtub. She always seems to act shy. Could I be wrong? Sure, but the odds were in my favor for now.Was it going to be the playing the woods game I had wanted? No, their cover was blown at the gas station, so I couldn't have a lot more fun, but I would at least keep myself and Cal entertained for our trouble.Cal had had his share of beer, and I asked him if he wanted to stay and guard the camp instead of scenting the cars."I may have had a few extra ones but I will hold my end up." I never said you wouldn't Cal."He was a little. This particular one was by Vittorio St. Angelo, one of the "High Fashion" series, a three button, double-breasted vest, mustard colored "hole opener" as he called it, with a satin sheen gold dress shirt and lighter paisley tie. The coat of course was a polyester-belted trench coat, slightly darker in color. "Listen tough guy, the "game" has always been the same! Bad guys do bad things so we catch them! Stealing isn't a new thing! Do you know how it feels, going out to the press every time you.